ANNIE SULLIVAN by Mary Malone

ANNIE SULLIVAN

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KIRKUS REVIEW

The gist of the story without the unfolding drama, in words that march like soldiers, or fall like lead weights: after the crucial dining-table clash, Annie ""let Helen go, then went to her room and threw herself on her bed. She cried."" Though little sentimentalized, it is desiccated; though not inaccurate, it is not truly informative. And though hard times (like the vaudeville stint) are touched on, they are more likely to trouble than to stir a young reader -- who might better read of them (and of Annie Sullivan) at greater length and in greater depth a year or so later in Lorena Hickok's The Touch of Light.

Pub Date: Feb. 24th, 1971
Publisher: Putnam